He was stumbling so awkwardly among his words that the captain came a little stiffly to his relief. "The matter is not one which concerns me," he said, "and as I have been honoured with your confidence, I shall, of course, regard it as a confidence." Mr. Robert Carlaw's face cleared suddenly, and he darted out a hand and caught that of the captain. "My dear sir, I knew it was unnecessary for me to make such a request. You are very good. Good-night, good-night!" He went swinging away through the garden and down the street, humming a tune as he walked. The captain stood looking after him. Within a few days matters had settled down to their usual routine. It seemed impossible that Brian could ever have been away, or that it could ever have been suggested that his absence was to be permanent. Comethup was quite glad to have his small circle of friends complete again, and, as Brian himself did not appear to regret the loss of that visionary fortune, Comethup began to think that it could not matter so very greatly after all. In those early days, on which the child looked back so often afterward, there was nothing to mar his peace of mind, now that Brian had been admitted, in a sense, into complete intimacy with them all by his discovery of 'Linda, except one circumstance--a circumstance small enough in itself, but one which troubled him nevertheless. Brian, eager at all times to be in the very thick of everything, however slight, that was in progress around him, had paid a visit to the shoemaker's shop, going there with Comethup one morning in search of 'Linda. Before they entered, he had glanced up at the overhanging shop front, and had read there the painted name of the proprietor, "M. Theed." He appeared to carry the name in his remembrance after he entered the place, and to be fitting it together in some way and puzzling over it. Even as he saw 'Linda seated on the bench, and nodded laughingly to her, he turned in his quick fashion to the old man, who had ceased hammering and was looking curiously at him, and asked, "What's your other name?" The shoemaker looked at him for a moment in silence, and then replied slowly, "Medmer." "That's a queer name," said the boy--"Medmer Theed; and what a queer place you've got here!" He glanced round, and then appeared to dismiss the matter altogether from his mind. "We've come to find 'Linda," he added. The old man laid down his hammer and put an arm about the child, as though to draw her to him. Comethup was a little surprised and a little frightened, on glancing at him, to see the expression of his eyes. "Let the little maid stay here," he said, almost in a growl; "she has naught to do with you." Brian stared at him and laughed, and looked with raised eyebrows toward Comethup. Comethup came quickly to the rescue. "Why, Brian is our great friend--my cousin, you know. He's known 'Linda a long time."